Did someone declare yesterday "Be a fucking stupid moron." day? I mean, I know once in a while I will have to explain shit at work more than one time. But five times? To at least eight different people? And bitching about something won't help anything, because it'll still be the same answer. Bitching about last night's lotto numbers won't get them re-rolled, moaning about the weather won't make it stop snowing, and groaning about how the pump's prepay isn't going to change the fact that it is. (It says it in three different place on those pumps too. It's should be idiot proof.)

And if I bitch about it anymore, my mood's going to go from annoyed to AAARGDLYFUUUUUUUXXXXXXXOOOOOOORRRRR.

[Wants] To get my hard drives (Yes, plural) cleared off of all the twice download crap: Now, dammit. To play with my sister's new computer: Now too, dammit.

Tags: bgwc, oldskool, work
Feels like: To gas your colony, fucktards
Sounds: Frequency DNA 13. (Fuk j00 DK.)